Good Girl … Very Good Girl – Both Parts

Taken from the ebook:  The Pathway of Legacy 2

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here’s a little story about how good it feels to receive praise … and maybe just a little bit more.

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story!

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Part One –

Katherine walked into her dorm room, setting her books down on her desk and plopping down on her bed.  Oh, what a grueling day of classes it had been, grad school certainly kicking her ass inside of the first month.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she began to undress – the schoolgirl outfit making her look cute and turning many heads as she strolled through campus each day.  But it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable of outfits – headlined by the stockings.  Oh, did Katherine hate hosiery!  If the technology existed, she would go back in time and kill the person who created hosiery.   No matter how smooth she made her legs, stockings always made her itch – an itch that always got the best of her … making her a bit irritable by the time she took the stockings off.

Sliding her legs out of the thigh highs, she unfastened her bra and lowered the zipper at the back of her pleated skirt – standing up and stripping out of all of it, down to the one and only garment that was comfortable … her diaper.  And this was the only thing she would be wearing, until Remmie told her what to put on.

Katherine was a BabyGirl, having forcefully been introduced to diapers over the summer and the submissiveness to follow.  Remmie was her roommate, another grad student girl of the same height and build – dominant in nature.  And that was how they lived together in that room, as submissive and dominant.  How Katherine got there, in that current situation, seemed a blur anymore.  All she knew clearly was that her current reality was her new reality.  And that was what mattered.

The Four Gifts – Part 2 of 2

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story!  In fact, it’s the polar opposite of that.

(Start with Part One)

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The Four Gifts – Part 2

For as much as his body wanted to keep struggling towards natural reaction, his mind intervened and convinced him to lay still.  And when he finally stopped fighting, Vicky slid straight up – hold her opening around his tip for a moment before incrementally sliding back down.  This was not only an intense sensation for him to endure.  It was also an intense one for her, too.

Penetration, often romanticized in many ways, was a very jarring experience for a female.  And yes, there was enjoyment she got from it.  But it was a different kind of enjoyment than what David got from it.  If done right, she could reach the summit of pleasure from penetration.  But Vicky was always particular about her orgasms and that was why she enjoyed being on top the most.

Locking her elbows to hold herself up, she clenched her pelvic muscles around the base of his cock – the entire length of his shaft now back inside her.  She began to rock back-n-forth, making the movements something that benefitted her more.  She would do this for a while, whimpering herself and beginning to breathe heavier and heavier.  Then she would stop moving back-n-forth, beginning to move up-n-down and making the movements something more beneficial for him.  Over and over, she slid herself upward and then pounced back down – their pelvic bones connecting again and again.

The Four Gifts – Part 1 of 2

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story!  In fact, it’s the polar opposite of that.

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The Four Gifts – Part 1

David lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom but not seeing anything at all.  The bedroom was pitch-black, and it was so very cold.  He could hear Vicky saying goodbye to her girlfriends out in the living room.  Vicky was his girlfriend of one year.  And tonight was New Year’s Eve.  It had been exactly one year since they got together.

But my oh my, what an unbelievable first year it had been, leading to this very unbelievable moment.

Vicky had a tradition of getting together with all her besties on New Year’s Eve, about a dozen women altogether.  Some she met in childhood.  Some she met in college.  Some she met in her adult life.  They would meet somewhere and sit and talk about the year that had been for each of them.  They spoke of their successes and their failures, of the people who raised them up and the people who had let them down – each offering condolences and congratulations … along with their continued pledges of support, no matter what happened. 

They had done this for years.  And this year was Vicky’s turn to host the gathering.  Usually, it was only a one-hour gabbing session, but this year it went until 11:45 pm.  It certainly had been an eventful year for Vicky.  So she had a lot to talk about, her relationship with David being the main topic.

After this gathering, the besties always headed back to their homes for the midnight celebration to come.  And usually, the besties had plenty of time to get where they were going.  But this year, they would need to book it to get there.

David heard the living room TV turn off, followed by Vicky walking down the hallway and knocking on the closed bedroom door.

“Ten minutes, baby!” Vicky said after knocking, then heading straight to the first-floor bathroom at the end of the hallway.

David startled to alertness.  He hadn’t been sleeping, just peacefully having remained in a lull since she put him in that room at 9:30 pm.  Now, it was just ten minutes until the New Year.  Breathing in deeply through his nose, he exhaled exactly the same.  It had been a long first year, but it would be an even longer ten minutes.  And the sound of Vicky’s voice, saying three simple words: Ten minutes, baby … would echo in his mind every second of the way.

Chocolate Aphrodisiac

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Tuesday, December 21st

“Chocolate Aphrodisiac”

Noel stood in the kitchen, pinching at the very center of the back of her diaper as she tried to get the wedgie out.  She didn’t want to make her hands dirty.  Her Daddy had given her a bath and even washed her hair.  She was dressed for bed, feeling super-duper clean and wanting to stay that way.  And besides, what she was presently doing required cleanliness.  She was making two mugs of hot cocoa.

But it wasn’t just any old hot cocoa.  It was a special mixture she had wanted to try since she found the recipe online a few days ago.  It was called: Spiked Hazelnut Cocoa.  And if it tasted as good as the ingredients made it sound, well … this was going to be one wonderful night!

Frangelico, chocolate liquer, milk, Nutella and a cinnamon stick – topped with toasted marshmallows, straws being used to drink it.  Placing both mugs on a Christmas tray she was given when she was very young, she picked up the tray.

“Here I come, Daddy,” she said with a small voice, turning and crinkling her waddle over to the entryway to the living room.

And there he was, sitting on the living room rug, waiting for her … her beloved Daddy, Nick.

Her heart began to pound in her chest when she saw him, that rush of affection filling her senses and making her smile sweetly.  This was a special night.  Dressed in a red Santa hat, a red button-down long flannel night shirt with Rudolph on it, red knee-high socks with Rudolph on them and her diaper of course, she crinkled into the living room – then stopping dead in her track.  Holding the tray of hot cocoa carefully as to not drop it, the beautiful holiday sight in front of her made her well with tears.

Macy’s Confession – Part Three of Three

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Part Three –

“My Baby You” began to play, a softer and more romantic tune that grew with intensity along the way. 

This was very similar to the situation in the back seat of Miles’ convertible mustang, Macy having climbed on top of him – straddling his lap with bent knees and facing him as she grabbed the sides of his face with her hands.  In response, he grabbed her diapered bottom and squeezed – the first hint of the aggression he was keeping bridled … for the time being, at least.  Macy kissed him deeply, with an open mouth.  Aiming to continue to fuel his aggressions, she displayed a bit of her own – getting aggressive with her tongue.  It was offered as a challenge to him. 

Was he going to allow her to dominate the kiss or was he going to take charge of her?

Not making it easy on him, she kept her forcefulness constant – making him work to battle back.  And all it took was a few seconds before he responded.  Gripping her diapered bottom more tightly with his right hand, he slid his left hand up the back of her neck, his fingers going into a fist and grabbing the hair at the back of her head before he sat up and pushed back on her tongue.  Forcing it back into her mouth and following it in with his tongue, he leveled the playing field of dominance.  Macy instinctively backed down with no further resistance.

These were the challenges of life she was very happy to lose.  And if she lost, having to concede, it actually meant she won – bringing his aggressiveness up to his surface … an aggressiveness he would now use on her.

And she was right, he would indeed use his aggression on her … just not how she thought he would.

Macy’s Confession – Part Two of Three

(Begin with Part One)

Part Two –

Miles held her right hand as he opened the front door, walking out onto the front porch and leading her out as well.  And as she passed through the front door onto that porch, her shoulders shrunk up as her chin lowered and her posture slumped a little.  Her heart was beating very fast and as she took small steps down off the porch, her entire body was trembling.  She was terrified, but at the same time, she was excited.  And every one of her senses were alert, sending a flood of messages to her little mind – overwhelming her.

The smell of the nighttime air was cool and crisp.  But it wasn’t cold outside.  And she could certainly smell the baby powder he had coated her center with.  Somewhere nearby, someone was burning wood, the faint trace of its smell in the air as he led her over to his car.

Her eyes tossed left and right, her chin remaining lowered as she tried not to move her head.  Who was nearby?  Who could see her?  And as she kept a lookout for others, she noticed the waddle of her steps and how her feet remained a bit further apart than they usually did.  Oh yes, he had put her in a thick diaper.

Her ears could hear the distinct noises of a crinkling thunderstorm, growing louder and louder with each waddled stride she took.  It was a deafening sound, louder than the crickets all around.  She could hear sounds off in the distance, traffic on the highway – a few streets away.  She heard the dogs in the backyard of the house across the street.  But no matter what the actual distance was for each noise, it all sounded like it was right next to her.

And speaking of traffic … particularly flash traffic … being a creature of touch, her sense of that same thing was certainly at high alarm – sending a stream of messages to her brain from every nerve ending in her body.  The cool night air was a welcomed sensation on her forehead as she felt like she was burning up from the inside.  The satin on her skin left the trace feel of a smoothened touch.  And the confusing remains of arousal … well, that was all it took to jumble any lingering feelings of being settled.

All of this was new.  She had no idea what to expect.  And not knowing excited her a little.  Perhaps even a little more than just a little.

Miles took his time getting the front passenger’s seat ready, only adding a bit more anxiety to Macy’s fragile state of mind.  She stood there by the side of his car – chin lowered, eyes glancing all around, nursing on her pacifier and tingling all over.  It felt like he was deliberately taking his time in getting things ready for her to sit.  And there was a level of truth to that.  His car was a convertible Mustang, his other baby – as she called it.  It was cherry red, the color of car that got pulled over more than any other – adding just a little bit more worry about what this mysterious trip would entail.  She could feel her heart pounding so heavily that blood started racing all throughout her body, making her a bit dizzy.

Ooooo!  What was taking him so long?

Macy’s Confession – Part One of Three

Part One –

Macy lathered her hair, stepping under the hot stream of water in the shower and exhaling.  No, she wasn’t exhausted from the day at all.  Quite to the contrary, she was feeling an energy she normally didn’t at 9:30 on a Wednesday night.  The middle of the week wasn’t supposed to be this invigorating.  But there was a reason for that.

This wasn’t just any old Wednesday night.  It was the 3-month anniversary of a relationship with someone she was falling in love with at an alarmingly quick rate.  His name was Miles.  And they both had taken tomorrow off from work to celebrate their 3-month anniversary since she wasn’t able to get today off.  So, tomorrow would be a celebration of 3 months and one day.  And, in a sense, it was even more meaningful to them that way.  Macy and Miles were always looking down the road, to the future.  They were too new to each other to realize that nothing should ever come at the expense of the moment. 

But they were learning.  Every day, they were learning.

Rinsing her hair out, she remained under the stream of hot water for a moment, smiling and shrinking up her shoulders with shyness as she thought about their once-a-month confessions.

At the mark of every month, both of them made a personal confession about themselves.  But it couldn’t be a trivial confession.  It had to be something they wouldn’t just tell anyone.  So these confessions weren’t anything like: “I like socks” or “I must have a half, double, decaffeinated, half-caf, mocha, locha latte coffee by 9am every morning or I just simply can’t function.”

And these confessions enabled them to have time to get to know each other, while also moving them forward – as the personal nature of these confessions not only opened them up to each other that much more but were also signs of trust. 

When bearing one’s best kept secrets, nothing matter more than trust. 

Macy turned the water off and reached outside the curtain to the toilet seat, picking up the towel she always pre-set there so she could dry off in the warmth of the shower.  Wrapping the towel around her hair like a turban, she opened the shower curtain – her eyes growing big-n-wide as she saw her make-up bag sitting on the bathroom sink.

Stepping out of the tub, she ran to the sink, seeing the little note on her make-up bag that read: Time for “Dress-Up”.